r. f. murray-第16章

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rred　their　horses　in　the　flank；　and　swiftly　thence　they　passed；　But　Walter　Tyrrel　lingered　and　forsook　his　liege　the　last。

They　say　it　was　enchantment；　that　fixed　him　to　the　scene；　To　look　upon　his　traitor's　work；　and　so　it　may　have　been。　But　presently　he　got　to　horse；　and　took　the　seaward　way；　And　all　alone　within　the　glade；　in　state　the　Red　King　lay。

Then　a　creaking　cart　came　slowly；　which　a　charcoal…burner　drove。　He　found　the　dead　man　lying；　a　ghastly　treasure…trove；　He　raised　the　corpse　for　charity；　and　on　his　wagon　laid；　And　so　the　Red　King　drove　in　state　from　out　the　forest　glade。

His　hair　was　like　a　yellow　flame　about　the　bloated　face；　The　blood　had　stained　his　tunic　from　the　fatal　arrow…place。　Not　good　to　look　upon　was　he；　in　life；　nor　yet　when　dead。　The　driver　of　the　cart　drove　on；　and　never　turned　his　head。

When　next　the　nobles　throng　at　night　the　royal　banquet…hall；　Another　King　will　rule　the　feast；　the　drinking　and　the　brawl；　While　Walter　Tyrrel　walks　alone　upon　the　Norman　shore；　And　the　Red　King　in　the　forest　will　chase　the　deer　no　more。



AFTER　WATERLOO



On　the　field　of　Waterloo　we　made　Napoleon　rue　That　ever　out　of　Elba　he　decided　for　to　come；　For　we　finished　him　that　day；　and　he　had　to　run　away；　And　yield　himself　to　Maitland　on　the　Billy…ruffium。

‘Twas　a　stubborn　fight；　no　doubt；　and　the　fortune　wheeled　about；　And　the　brave　Mossoos　kept　coming　most　uncomfortable　near；　And　says　Wellington　the　hero；　as　his　hopes　went　down　to　zero；　‘I　wish　to　God　that　Blooker　or　the　night　was　only　here！'

But　Blooker　came　at　length；　and　we　broke　Napoleon's　strength；　And　the　flower　of　his　armythat's　the　old　Imperial　Guard　…　They　made　a　final　sally；　but　they　found　they　could　not　rally；　And　at　last　they　broke　and　fled；　after　fighting　bitter　hard。

Now　Napoleon　he　had　thought；　when　a　British　ship　he　sought；　And　gave　himself　uncalled…for；　in　a　manner；　you　might　say；　He'd　be　treated　like　a　king　with　the　best　of　every　thing；　And　maybe　have　a　palace　for　to　live　in　every　day。

He　was　treated　very　well；　as　became　a　noble　swell；　But　we　couldn't　leave　him　loose；　not　in　Europe　anywhere；　For　we　knew　he　would　be　making　some　gigantic　undertaking；　While　the　trustful　British　lion　was　reposing　in　his　lair。

We　tried　him　once　before　near　the　European　shore；　Having　planted　him　in　Elba；　where　he　promised　to　remain；　But　when　he　saw　his　chance；　why；　he　bolted　off　to　France；　And　he　made　a　lot　of　troublebut　it　wouldn't　do　again。

Says　the　Prince　to　him；　‘You　know；　far　away　you'll　have　to　go；　To　a　pleasant　little　island　off　the　coast　of　Africay；　Where　they　tell　me　that　the　view　of　the　ocean　deep　and　blue；　Is　remarkable　extensive；　and　it's　there　you'll　have　to　stay。'

So　Napoleon　wiped　his　eye；　and　he　wished　the　Prince　good…bye；　And　being　stony…broke；　made　the　best　of　it　he　could；　And　they　kept　him　snugly　pensioned；　where　his　Royal　Highness　mentioned；　And　Napoleon　Boneyparty　is　provided　for　for　good。

Now　of　that　I　don't　complain；　but　I　ask　and　ask　in　vain；　Why　me；　a　British　soldier；　as　has　lost　a　useful　arm　Through　fighting　of　the　foe；　when　the　trumpets　ceased　to　blow；　Should　be　forced　to　feed　the　pigs　on　a　little　Surrey　farm；

While　him　as　fought　with　us；　and　created　such　a　fuss；　And　in　the　whole　of　Europe　did　a　mighty　deal　of　harm；　Should　be　kept　upon　a　rock；　like　a　precious　fighting　cock；　And　be　found　in　beer　and　baccy；　which　would　suit　me　to　a　charm？



DEATH　AT　THE　WINDOW



This　morning；　while　we　sat　in　talk　Of　spring　and　apple…bloom；　Lo！　　Death　stood　in　the　garden　walk；　And　peered　into　the　room。

Your　back　was　turned；　you　did　not　see　The　shadow　that　he　made。　He　bent　his　head　and　looked　at　me；　It　made　my　soul　afraid。

The　words　I　had　begun　to　speak　Fell　broken　in　the　air。　You　saw　the　pallor　of　my　cheek；　And　turnedbut　none　was　there。

He　came　as　sudden　as　a　thought；　And　so　departed　too。　What　made　him　leave　his　task　unwrought？　It　was　the　sight　of　you。

Though　Death　but　seldom　turns　aside　From　those　he　means　to　take；　He　would　not　yet　our　hearts　divide；　For　love　and　pity's　sake。



MAKE…BELIEVES



When　I　was　young　and　well　and　glad；　I　used　to　play　at　being　sad；　Now　youth　and　health　are　fled　away；　At　being　glad　I　sometimes　play。



A　COINCIDENCE



Every　critic　in　the　town　Runs　the　minor　poet　down；　Every　criticdon't　you　know　it？　Is　himself　a　minor　poet。



ART'S　DISCIPLINE



Long　since　I　came　into　the　school　of　Art；　A　child　in　works；　but　not　a　child　in　heart。　Slowly　I　learn；　by　her　instruction　mild；　To　be　in　works　a　man；　in　heart　a　child。



THE　TRUE　LIBERAL



The　truest　Liberal　is　he　Who　sees　the　man　in　each　degree；　Who　merit　in　a　churl　can　prize；　And　baseness　in　an　earl　despise；　Yet　censures　baseness　in　a　churl；　And　dares　find　merit　in　an　earl。



A　LATE　GOOD　NIGHT



My　lamp　is　out；　my　task　is　done；　And　up　the　stair　with　lingering　feet　I　climb。　　The　staircase　clock　strikes　one。　Good　night；　my　love！　good　night；　my　sweet！

My　solitary　room　I　gain。　A　single　star　makes　incomplete　The　blackness　of　the　window　pane。　Good　night；　my　love！　good　night；　my　sweet！

Dim　and　more　dim　its　sparkle　grows；　And　ere　my　head　the　pillows　meet；　My　lids　are　fain　themselves　to　close。　Good　night；　my　love！　good　night；　my　sweet！

My　lips　no　other　words　can　say；　But　still　they　murmur　and　repeat　To　you；　who　slumber　far　away；　Good　night；　my　love！　good　night；　my　sweet！



AN　EXILE'S　SONG



My　soul　is　like　a　prisoned　lark；　That　sings　and　dreams　of　liberty；　The　nights　are　long；　the　days　are　dark；　Away　from　home；　away　from　thee！

My　only　joy　is　in　my　dreams；　When　I　thy　loving　face　can　see。　How　dreary　the　awakening　seems；　Away　from　home；　away　from　thee！

At　dawn　I　hasten　to　the　shore；　To　gaze　across　the　sparkling　sea　…　The　sea　is　bright　to　me　no　more；　Which　parts　me　from　my　home　and　thee。

At　twilight；　when　the　air　grows　chill；　And　cold　and　leaden　is　the　sea；　My　tears　like　bitter　dews　distil；　Away　from　home；　away　from　thee。

I　could　not　live；　did　I　not　know　That　thou　art　ever　true　to　me；　I　could　not　bear　a　doubtful　woe；　Away　from　home；　away　from　thee。

I　could　not　live；　did　I　not　hear　A　voice　that　sings　the　day　to　be；　When　hitherward　a　ship　shall　steer；　To　bear　me　back　to　home　and　thee。

Oh；　when　at　last　that　day　shall　break　In　sunshine　on　the　dancing　sea；　It　will　be　brighter　for　the　sake　Of　my　return　to　home　and　thee！



FOR　SCOTLAND



Beyond　the　Cheviots　and　the　Tweed；　Beyond　the　Firth　of　Forth；　My　memory　returns　at　speed　To　Scotland　and　the　North。

For　still　I　keep；　and　ever　shall；　A　warm　place　in　my　heart　for　Scotland；　Scotland；　Scotland；　A　warm　place　in　my　heart　for　Scotland。

Oh；　cruel　off　St。　Andrew's　Bay　The　winds　are　wont　to　blow！　They　either　rest　or　gently　play；　When　there　in　dreams　I　go。

And　there　I　wander；　young　again；　With　limbs　that　do　not　tire；　Along　the　coast　to　Kittock's　Den；　With　whinbloom　all　afire。

I　climb　the　Spindle　Rock；　and　lie　And　take　my　doubtful　ease；　Between　the　ocean　and　the　sky；　Derided　by　the　breeze。

Where　coloured　mushrooms　thickly　grow；　Like　flowers　of　brittle　stalk；　To　haunted　Magus　Muir　I　go；　By　Lady　Catherine's　Walk。

In　dreams　the　year　I　linger　through；　In　that　familiar　town；　Where　all　the　youth　I　ever　knew；　Burned　up　and　flickered　down。

There's　not　a　rock　that　fronts　the　sea；　There's　not　an　inland　grove；　But　has　a　tale　to　tell　to　me　Of　friendship　or　of　love。

And　so　I　keep；　and　ever　shall；　The　best　place　in　my　heart　for　Scotland；　Scotland；　Scotland；　The　best　place　in　my　heart　for　Scotland！



THE　HAUNTED　CHAMBER



Life　is　a　house　where　many　chambers　be；　And　all　the　doors　will　yield　to　him　who　tries；　Save　one；　whereof　men　say；　behind　it　lies　The　haunting　secret。　　He　who　keeps　the　key；

Keeps　it　securely；　smiles　perchance　to　see　The　eager　hands　stretched　out　to　clutch　the　prize；　Or　looks　with　pity　in　the　yearning　eyes；　And　is　half　moved　to　let　the　secret　free。

And　truly　some　at　every　hour　pass　through；　Pass　through；　and　tread　upon　that　solemn　floor；　Yet　come　not　back　to　tell　what　they　have　found。　We　will　not　importune；　as　others　do；　With　tears　and　cries；　the　keeper　of　the　door；　But　wait　till　our　appointed　hour　comes　round。



NIGHTFALL



Let　me　sleep。　　The　day　is　past；　And　the　folded　s